Carving in the Stone Flesh of God

We beings of putridity Are born with potential Of infinity But they defile Our inner sanctity Those who dwell in this corrupted reality Our fate was written In history And it's ruled by our biology Weakling, broken Seed of corruption awoken Obscured, unopened Society values had rotten Sinking in the ocean Of despair and spiritual pollution Our view to the light is obscured Those who break the prison In truth they'll be reborn There is only one hope To carve into the stone flesh of god